Chapter 3

    "What did the man want?" Anita's voice brought June back to the present.

   "He wanted to compliment me" June sighed as she started arranging her stuff to fit into her tote bag she used for work.

   "Compliment?" Anita wasn't exactly convinced but June wasn't in the mood to indulge Anita's curiosity.

   "Yeah, compliment. I have to go" she gave her friend a quick hug as she headed for the door, it was way past visiting hours and something urgent had come up anyways at the hospital and her attention was needed urgently which made her more anxious than she had felt in months. What was wrong this time around? She couldn't wrap her mind around what could have gone wrong but she was getting agitated as the minutes went by.  

    It had been a long day and an even longer night and June was beyond exhausted. Two shifts at the coffee shop, one at the convenience store and then the intense pole dancing session, June wanted to curl up with a Michael Myers movie and sleep afterwards but firstly, the hospital.

   Stephen was surprised she was still around but waved her goodbye nonetheless, the club was still full anyways, Fridays are just something else. June caught a glimpse of a figure at the bar and instincts told her it was her strange admirer and she held her head low with the mask still on.

   As long as she was still in the club, the mask never came off and no one but Anita knew why, they questioned it though but that didn't mean she was going to spill.

   "Did you think about my offer?" Shit. Here we go again...

   June made an attempt to force a smile and failed terribly, "I told you I am not interested"

   "Stephen told me you made 250 dollars tonight" June flinched and the man noticed but ignored it. "I'll write you a check of a hundred thousand dollars if you agree to have sex with me tonight" What?!

   For the hundredth time that night, June was glad she was wearing her mask. Her mouth was opened wide as she stared at the very handsome stranger who had just made her the offer of her life. For what? Sex?

   "You're going to give me such an amount to have sex with you?"

   "Yes, I'll write you the check"

   "Okay"

   "Okay?"

   "Yes. Okay"

   Like every clubhouse June had ever seen, Emmys was located close to a hotel. She waited at the lobby as the man went to book them a room. It felt like prostitution but she wasn't feeling like a prostitute and it was as strange as the man standing at the front desk.

   The light in the hotel gave June a good view of the strange man that had taken her out of the club and into a hotel with just one huge offer. He wore a suit that looked like it cost a million bucks, his jet black hair was almost shoulder length and he had the build of a Greek god

   "Here's your room key, Mr Stahom. Enjoy your stay" June repeated the name in her head as they walked to the elevator. She got stares but it was something she had grown accustomed to. It was obvious the man wanted to ask about her mask but he decided against it and she was grateful. The room was bigger than anything June had seen and before she got a better view of it, the man had taken his suit off and was working the buttons of his shirt.

   "Can we please do this with the lights off?" June asked with her fingers crossed hoping he would agree. A brief nod signified his agreement,it was obvious he was just after the sex.

   "Come to the bed" that commanding tune again.

   June hesitated and earned herself a look of disapproval, "Sign it first"

   Confusion masked his features, "Sign what?"

   "The check" June confirmed and theman muttered something like smart and walked to his briefcase to get the cheque book. June held her breath and watched quietly as he wrote the figures down, a hundred thousand dollars.

   "Now, come to the bed" this time around, she went to him like a lamb to the slaughter.

   The bed was fluffy and June felt herself  relax as she sank into it, she watched quietly as the man walked to the wall close to the door and switched off the light. He gestured to the mask and since it was dark, she took a deep breath and took it off. The next thing to come off were her shoes and the fur jacket she had worn earlier, her anxiety was rising. What was he going to do? Kiss her?

    June's growing anxiety about his first move and if he would just go straight to the point was cleared when he reached a hand into her hair and kissed her lips. He tasted like brandy and pepper mint and June melted into his arms. For some weird reason, she felt safe.

   "I love the feel of your hair in my hand" the man commented as he rainedkisses from her neck to her collarbone and then to her breast that was protruding from the very low cut dress she had danced in. June moaned as he gave her a little bite on her neck while his hand worked the zipper of the dress.

   "You're like an apparition, Amber" he breathed down her neck as the gown slid off her shoulder. "Spectacular" he sighed as he knelt to take off both the gown and the pantyhose she was wearing.

   June felt he was drunk but she didn't care much, his hands and lips were taking her to the exact height he had gotten to and she had no objections cause ohh she was loving it way too much than she was ready to admit.

   "You're spectacular" the man dragged on and June couldn't pinpoint the exact thing that was making her feel like she was moving on clouds but she knew the room was steamy hot and she needed release, badly. How much longer was he going to make her wait?